[ Reluctantly, he lets go of Jotaro's wrist after he gets himself fixed in the position that would look more comfortable should he be perched on a parapet. His hand hurts in dull thrums and upon inspection of his palm, it appears that he has most likely burned himself. Without his scales, he would have melted it all together. It's nothing that won't fix itself or hopefully hinder anything he does with it. The claws flutter in his palm, flexing and extending over and over while the gargoyle speaks. He is morbidly fascinated by what he's just done to himself though he looks up to catch Jotaro's eyes at I don't want you to feel like that all the time, like I do. ]

I'm fine-- [ That's what he doesn't want to hear. Rohan corrects himself through shaking his head. ] Don't just "survive" when you are living here. Going outside where you aren't given the choice is different. I am trying to say that you don't have to do that around me, but if you insist on it I can't stop you or tell you what to do one way or another.

[ If Rohan has ever in his entire life sounded sincere, it's right then. Another uncomfortable feeling he isn't totally sold on yet. ]

I think we're going to be okay. I think. That's all I want.